RC Arts Poet Narrative

13th St

On the tar black street lined with broken bottles of hopelessness,
 the sorrow filled doorways stretched beyond the reach of dreams and pity
 while empty eyes drained of tears saw only a darkness covering them
 with the urine stained shadow of a misty moonlight dancing across the
 soulless faces in a steady stream of misery.

04/30/2017
(Word Play Images, Dense & Pithy-Entry)

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Beata Agustin May 15, 2026 at 4:37 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Becca Teagan May 30, 2017 at 9:54 PM oh wow, this is so sad, your imagery is too good, such vivid descriptions of hopelessness.